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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hello bosom friend I hope you get this piece quick oh! my bad,how do you fair? pleasantries almost skipped my reasoning I was told of your matrimony From you, the seed that emanated when you behold this thoughtful missive and you have the whole narrative in your grip you will unearth my heart's unfoldings of grave grievance, no one can appease succinctly grasp the volume of this rage I say, read carefully through the lines even if you have to squint through that veil if i am to choose between your present and past I would say, let your past prevail For then, I knew the essence of your smile You weren't by hypocritical law, constrained That face speaks of solace even ibn grimace oh! that face speaks volume Needless to say,you are elegant in fitted fabrics Lost under your tutelage You brought life to every boring cause Your angelic beau, replicates purity of-course You were our sunshine Before the Arabian cowries bought you over He came from a foreign land And bestowed on you, a diadem I learnt you were betrothed to an assumed cleric The telltale notion of ardent Islamist Raised anxiety for future occurrences I envisaged you in this state But won't your devotion debate Now my memory of you is impaired by your sudden immersion I feel as though it's been crushed by a saw That even while you are in front of me I see you no more Oh! how impelling a tenet Evil I say God forbid that this is of God No! It's a spell From the stench of hell That one's existence be hidden for a lifetime To conceive a man's satisfaction my friend In this transition, Did you and your aspirations converse? How much of a communicator would you be now Under that veil You relegated your dreams to derelicts Making a living in the street corners while you remain a descendant of vague relic A full grown lady, covered in babygro In those chains,inform of soft clothings Do you find comfort or otherwise Ode to a gracious lass i used to know Now aloof she stands with no Identity Please when your seed shall grow Let her have no taste of your captivity.
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